Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.